Camp really does change lives. And I'm so thankful that I will be returning here this weekend to celebrate how He changed my life. Yes, I know, it's not "camp," it's Jesus, but what I'm trying to say is that Jesus definitely uses camps.I came to Tapawingo thinking it would just be another camp job with lots of fun, a few silly rules, and perhaps, if the campfire burned high enough, a slight ebb of spiritual cynicism. My first memory is of Miss Kim demonstrating with trusty Miss Jen how to catch a bat with a coffee can. I knew from that moment that this was no ordinary camp. This was where I began to understand spiritual discipline. This little island is where I found the love of Christ and the fellowship of the saints. And, as if that weren't enough, this is where I have had some of the most wonderful experiences EVER.
I just don't get why no one wants me to re-enact my fitness fairy skit.
2 comments:
wow- that's quite a trek. are you bringing the girls? i'm sure heidi will love it.
Heidi is hanging with her pops...
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